I remember every stone, every tree, the scent of heather… Even when the thunder growled in the distance, and the wind swept up the valley in fitful gusts, oh, it was beautiful, home sweet home. BP. Scottish Red Stag in the rainy Highlands for Facundo’s first tattoo. Absolute pleasure! studioxiiigallery
I remember every stone, every tree, the scent of heather… Even when the thunder growled in the dis
